Tackle Box Lyrics - Luke Bryan

1 Luke Bryan - Tackle Box

2 Verse 1

3 It was two shades of brown, scratched-up plastic.

4 It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.

5 And his last name engraved in black,

6 Right there by the handle on the top.

7 I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon.

8 Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'.

9 And I could hardly wait for him

10 To lift the lid on that tackle box.

11 Chorus 1

12 'Cause I'd sail with him across the South Pacific.

13 Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship.

14 See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus.

15 And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.

16 He opened up, every time he opened up

17 That old tackle box.

18 Verse 2

19 He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories

20 'Bout nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.

21 Pickup trucks and golden fields

22 Long before this town knew blacktop.

23 Chorus 2

24 I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads

25 Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine

26 As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler

27 Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks

28 He opened up, every time he opened up

29 That old tackle box.

30 He's been gone twenty years tomorrow

31 And I'm still holdin' on to one wish

32 That God above could let me borrow Grandpa

33 For one more afternoon and one more fish.

34 Chorus 1

35 And I'd sail with him across the South Pacific.

36 Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship.

37 See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus.

38 And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.

39 He'd open up, every time he opened up

40 That old tackle box.

41 Everything he loved he kept locked up in that old tackle box.